Saturday, July 28, 2012

Chickens can be, well, animals. Apparently, Ethel had a weird chicken problem yesterday so the other chickens attacked her and she died. Deb buried her in the garden.

Now we're down to two chickens. Lucy and Fiona. And Lucy has Ethel blood on her head.

They're dumb but vicious.

We're gonna get more and there's a whole ritual with introducing   new chickens to the established flock. Sheesh.

I'm going to join the gym. Blech. My doctor says I need to lift weights. Pretty soon I'll look like this:


Ms. Moon said...

Ooh. I can't wait.

Ellena said...

Will you have to get your hair permed as well?

beth coyote said...

Dear Ms Moon-you can join me!

Ellena-no doubt. I think it's required.

Radish King said...